Here

Let the road say I was here.
Let the cool river flow over me.
Let my footprints and marks remain when I'm gone.
Let my love live on,
like the light from a star.

Those who have no one give to all,
and that belief should be held, and made true.

Let heaven's grasp touch those who pass
the road that I walked,
and let each weary step shine more vivid, and clear,
and with a tear and a smile say,
that we are both here.

© Mark Sheeky. Permission is required for reproduction.